People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behindIn balance with this life, this death.
But he calls down a blessing on the blossom of the may, Because it comes in beauty, and in beauty blows away.
Nor dread nor hope attendA dying animal;A man awaits his endDreading and hoping all.
Before me floats an image, man or shade,Shade more than man, more image than a shade;For Hades’ bobbin bound in mummy-clothMay unwind the winding path;A mouth that has no moisture and no breathBreathless mouths may summon;(Byzantium)